These Eyes

When I look into my eyes…I see the tears of millions cry;

the poor, the hungry, the misunderstood, the banished, the brave,

the lost souls who died during the famine, the clearances, the killings,

all of their pain is still in my suffering.

Do we really get over the evils of the past? Does the damage done to our forefathers within our fibers last? Why do I feel so deeply for a land I’ve never been? Why do I weep when I hear the pipes sing a mournful tune to me?

Does somewhere in my soul recall the pain of starvation and lost when the coffin ships came? Does somewhere in this young heart of mine remember the murders, rapes and misdeeds done to those so long ago? Does somewhere in my memory does revenge and hatred grow-for those whom I’ve never known.

When I look into my eyes…I see the tears of millions cry.

the poor, the hungry, the misunderstood, the banished, the brave,

the lost souls who died during the famine, the clearances, the killings,

all of their pain is still in my suffering…because what is left of those millions

are these eyes of mine!

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